The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-17
AUTHOR OF "THEM WOMEN" ETC.
Copyrighted, 1887, byJ. II. Estill.J
CHAPTER XVI.


her beloved.
Sir Arthur had provided her with a
French maid, and the ingenuity of her ninp
hle fingers had transformed the already
beautiful girl into being of unmatched
loveliness.
Nora's exquisite beauty and graceful de-
meanor attracted admiring attention from
ALL and her young husband was charmed
with the modest grace of his bride.
Upon reaching New York, rooms were
taken at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and Nora
provided with'a trousseau beatting her sta
ton.
The wonders of the great city of New
York were wonders indeed to Nora-she had
never been further from her mountain home
than the adjoining village in her hfe-and
now she was in reality among the scenes she
had so often read of.
Fifth avenue, with its magnificent resi-
dences, the churches and galleries Of art
and the beauties of Central Park, filled her
with wonder and delight, and the blue eyes
became more intensely blue as they sparkled
with new pleasure.
The class of society into which the rank
of Sir Arthur and the beauty and grace of
his Young wife admitted them, raved over
the rare specimen of angelic lovelness-and
although rival women, who had reigned
supreme before, did not feel envious, so inno-
cent was the Lady Nora of her superior at
fractions
Arthur gazed upon his beauteous bride
with eyes now loYe-lit as she stood before him
one evening for his inspection dressed in a
robe of satin of that delicate rose-tint,
which heightened the charms of the one
whom he had thought so beautiful in her
simple dress of white muslin few months
before.
There she stood-his wife. The beautiful
girl whom he had thought creature of an
other sphere when he first saw her in her
rough mountain home.
The soft rose-tinted dress, setting off to
perfection the round, dimpled, perfectly
nodded arms, the perfect neck with its
necklace of pearls-the latter gift from
himself, and fitting emblem of the purity
of the wearer. The small pink ears I'M
married by the unsightly scars that are
meant to contain the useless jewels; the
golden hair and the heavens own blue eyes
sparkling with happiness.
Sir Arthur took this sweet vision in his
arms, impressing kisses on the pure brow
and budding lips.
Surely" thought he, "my father cannot
blame me for loving this beautiful creature,
although she had no high-born dame-her
own sweetness will be a passport to his
heart, and my mother will love her
dearly
Of Margaret's devotion he felt sure; she
loved her boy too well not to love his chosen
wife.
Sir Arthur folded the ermine cloak, with
It's soft lining, around his fair bride, and,
donnlng his own wraps, assisted her to the
carriage, which soon carried them to the
doors Of the opera where, as they entered
the box, all eyes were conferred on Lady
Nora
1t was rare that such beauty was seen in
New York, and although its possessor was
innocent of the attractiveneSs of her pres
ence-drinking in as she did the sweet
strains of music with rapture and forget
ing all else-still the people did not forget
it,
Nora's passionate love for music was be-
ing cultivated where she could hear that of
higher order. Her simple ballads had
SHOWN her naturally sweet voice, but its
beauty and richness had developed to that
degree under the tuition of the best masters
mat all who heard it were astonished.
her French which she had commenced
studying with Sir Arthur before their mar
rage, she was now perfecting in all its pur1-
y and spoke and read it like native Pari
sian.
Arthur was enraptured with his bride;
Dut when he wrote home he avoided men
Isohlng her to his family-why he knew not
OuI There was feeling of dread which pre-
vented his telling the story of his marriage
A ne thought each day he would certainly
w 50, but it was always deferred.
remember, my son, that you are Bea-
CohSneld, rang in Sir Arthur's ears-and
Sle knowledge of Morals lowly birth and the
naughty pride of his father filled him with
uread OF he knew not what 4
And yet he loved Nora with blind idola-'
Ihe charms and successes of the Lady
r neCIy We're often spoken of by Sir Arthurs
soIenUS IN their letters but a suspicion that
uey mad plans in that direction for himself
never o once entered his mind.
r.; UlIen and often would the pretty Nora,
io i'u ner blue eyes resting lovingly on his
,aCe} ask him to tell her of his sweet-faced
n rIiG'ner and proud father; and also Of his
0'u nurse, Margaret.
s,iJ now long to see them, Arthur, dear"
story again '''
MI, And 50 you shall ere long, sweet, re-
pHgq he, playfully.
sio i guSI TO think that poor mountain las
c ono IKE IKE myself should have been welded to
Ts % much above me in rank and wealth!
40 in. ~ not stranger
N ~ H., sweetheart. Many flower is born
tbo o dlEl unseen, apd waste its sweetness on
vuesert air; but not thou, my love; the
tba ming bird scented its honey and plucked
nil, pure lily to bloom in fairer bowers, " re-
PI T0stthe young husband, playfully.
Noroo iIeh l wonder, dear Arthur" said
cane CAM pushing at his praises, show my lot
hon,o 10 be cast in that rough mountain
HE ns. rather was kind and loved me in
wa su"n rough fashion, but mother was al
SON. rSS cross until just before left her; but
NV 'enow, Arthur, they never seemed like
rn9,l own parents. / always pictured my
aT,, 'er IN my own mind as sweet, gentle
sbiSS whose presence could almost wor-
teri Perhaps there is some strange mys-
nv Connected with my birth---or is it only
wls, FfeSIre thatit should be soP' said Nora,
stran alSo have thought there may be some
timesS n story connected with you. l some
two I'm enlnk from what / have heard of the
stran naoes being born the same night, the
turns mark on the arm and Duvanee
are ra1I OUT TO be a Dudly, that perhaps You
was My Lady Dudly's child and that it
thur "ag child that died." replied Sir Ar
busbra,,a raised her wandering eyes to her